Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

“The Story of Baby Gilda“

(Gilda a smarty pants child)

“Gilda, dear, did you fart?

On my, that wasn’t very smart?”

Why, Mom, isn’t a fart part of a baby’s life?

At least I didn’t have to cut it with a knife.

“What do you mean by that?”

Well, I certainly wasn’t buttering the cat!

See, if I did number two, what would you have to do?

For me, I would have to sit on my potty, pooping away.

Otherwise, I may have to sit there all day.

Until my pee and poo drain.

So, Mom wouldn’t complain.

Now what would she rather have me do?

Fart or wait on this pot for my poo?

For me, the answer is simple; I’d rather fart.

Then to see my poo, looking like a dart.

A fart flies away; poop will sit and stay.

Until Mom goes and flushes it away.

I prefer being clean much better;

Oh no, I’m peeing, and feeling wetter.

I better get to my potty, quick!

Mom! My peeper let go; it must be sick!

It’s squirting me—without warning;

This is too early in the morning.

Now, Mom will be mad that I’m all wet.

She’ll have to change me, wanna bet?

I’m wearing a super-absorbent die-pee;

It’s supposed to hold all my wee-wee.

I guess I peed too much; I can’t win them all;

Only some, but then Mom, gets to have a ball.

She says, we’re allowed to pee, fart and poo,

And make the room stinky too!

Oh, what fun!